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SILVER HEART

How strange the human psychology is! When we love, we yearn to possess whom we love, but when we find it beyond our power to get her/him for our own, then our imagination gets activated and creates a world of our own desires, where we do what we wish to do. When we wish to see our lover, she is there before our eyes, we make her laugh, and we make her cry. Our own longing makes her long for us as if she is not united with us, she will die. So as happens with me.  I am the dweller of my imagination.  I always dwell in my own world of imagination and there I am the master, I am king, I am the only power to create what I want to see.                                                                                                                           

Once again, the time referred to the same adjusted time in the evening. As usual, I once again found myself in the misty meadow.  My eyes were trying to X-ray the fog as I was yearning to see someone, to find someone. All at once the entire surrounding was amazingly filled with the wind of joy and happiness. There she was appearing far away in the meadow, which was wrapped in the twilight, letting the dim light of the moon to shine her body.    She seemed to be rushing towards me in slow motion. The air seemed tickling her body pores, and in a very naughty way, this wind of joy and excitement playing with her gauzy soft silky dress which,  she used to wear when she comes to see me, and the same naughty wind freed her hairs from all their bands, letting them bounce with every jerk of her neck.         

I found her falling in my demanding arms letting her hairs enjoy the company of my shoulder and her ear to be tickled by the breath of my whisper, “How are you?”, “Where have you been, it seems has been many years since I see you last!”

“How come you say that we have met recently, ha ha ha,” She laughed showing her twinkling white pearly teeth. “But you did not remember me, if you did so you will never find me apart from you.” “If you remember me with true love and demand, you find me right here in your arms, like now.” The ripple of her voice and the fragrance of her breath made me feel drowning into the sea of flowers.     

“The fear of your going away does not let me remember anything!  I can never enjoy your company, because of this fear that you will soon leave, leaving me behind just letting me stare in the air. “, “it seems that I am your toy, you come to play with me and when contended, just leave, putting me away.”                                  

The burn of my tear made her tremble, “DON’T SAY THAT IT IS NOT TRUE.” “I truly love you, and always fear that someone would not snatch you from me. “ “I do not want to go away from you, I always come to you with the intention that I will not leave, BUT THERE IS SOME POWER THAT DRAGS ME AWAY FROM YOU, SOME UNSEEN POWER.” “I sometimes feel that this is a restricted area, and I am not allowed to come here. “You tell me if this is prohibited for me, why YOUR LOVE IS PUT INSIDE ME SO DEEP THAT I FIND MYSELF UNABLE TO SCRATCH IT OUT. WHEN I AM AWAY FROM YOU, YOUR LOVE ATTRACTS ME TOWARDS YOU, WHEN I COME HERE SOME UNSEEN POWER DRAG ME AWAY FROM YOU, WHY THIS IS HAPPENING WITH ME.                                                                                              

I felt her body trembling in my arms because of sobbing, her beautiful bright eye, even more, brightens with the twinkling of the tears which were rolling down on her glowing cheeks.                                                                                                                                          

“I told you, this is a magic world, and you have to just see before you, paying no attention to the voices, and if and when you look back, you will turn into stone. This is that condition, through which you are going”. I tried to pacify her from her grief, shuddering myself from inside that she will soon part, and then the time came, she was trying to release herself from my arm, “I gotta go now, the night is getting over.”  I look into her eyes again filled with tears.”                                  

I was losing my grip around her, as I was not holding a body, but a body of smoke, ‘I will remember not to turn back…………….bye till we meet again”.

“Don’t go, please! May be you will not find me here next time you come, there will be only the gleaming of my crystal heart or the echo of my sobbing.”  I was saying while she was disappearing from my sight once again.

“We will have to wait till the day when we unite……………….”

This was the last I hear………… and fell unconscious.